Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.